Marry Me

I felt a love of such deafening weight

Dangling from a ballustrade of shilly-shally

Overlooking infinity and this ecstasy

Of you lying next to me

And in a peculiar way you clutched me

By the shoulder, said "Boy I barely know you

but would you marry me?"

We were floating about with our heads in the clouds

And stealing those words from my mouth

You whispered in my ear

Exactly what I wanted to hear

I composed a note of such jubilant things

And placed it between bed and spring

Of a hostile hostel overrun with

Shedding towelettes and Mexican maids

and with indefinite fate I clutched you by the shoulder

and said "Girl, I barely know you...

but will you marry me?"